...we're all mad here:

"The thought of getting older
And regretting things that I have done
Only one thing made me notice
How I failed to keep my precious one

And though I know that
You are with me always
It still makes me cry

How time just passes
I can't believe
How much I miss you
Life keeps blowing past us
I can't believe
That you're not with me"
-For the Boy - Neurosonic

I posted that song earlier in my blog, I'm listening to it now.
It still has the same effect on me as it did.
It's well pretty.

The past week has been awful for me,
I feel strange. I keep thinking of bad things.
Things that could happen, things that have already happened, things that would never happen.
Thoughts like to sit in my head, dormant, until they see a proper time to come out and torture me.

I feel alone alot of the time.
Alone in a crowd of people, almost.
It's not something I'm used to.

It feels like there's an elephant sitting on my chest.

Words:

Are my weapons.

Words are on my side,
they have no opinion that is not my own.
They take the shape and form that I give them.

I am a ruler,
a tyrant over my own people,
I breathe life into the letters.

They are meaningless,
without meaning that I give them.
They are nothing without me.

Miss Lucy had some leeches:

Well, I suppose it's been a while since I last blogged.
It's 2009 now, and things aren't the same as they were in my last post. Nothing stays the same for long, it seems.

The reason I've started writing again is because of my sophomore journalism class. We have to use this site to update our class blog. I'm using this old account because I'm too lazy to make a new one, and besides, it's quite interesting to look back at what I've written previously. I mean, my first post goes on about Jon White. I haven't seen Jon since two summers ago, which could be defined as either a shame, or a blessing.

It's very strange to think of two summers ago. All the people I had just seen around town are now basically my second family. I'm dating the big scary kid who laughed at Sarah for commenting on his shirt. It's just all so weird I think, to see how everything played out almost perfectly for me. It's mindblowing.